04/11/2024
Another beautiful poem by Donna Ashworth ###
Flown
Some children flee the nest
and stay flown
no return to source
no reunions
or phone calls filled with news
some fledglings fly away
and stay
away
and all a mamma bird can do
is hope
and send love
in any way she can
whispering it to the trees
and the butterflies
and the birds that pass each day
praying the words will reach them
waiting
full of love
for the fledglings to awake
to the map
that lives in their cells
to remember
the way home.
